Celestial Dances III - Patriotism grows on people. Every time India played Pakistan, more than any other nation, national spirit oozed from every other pore than sweat. As the DJ on an FM station in Toronto said, "the excitement when the Leafs play; when India plays, multiply that by a hundred times". I added, a billion times.
I followed cricket with passion when I moved away from India. After reading news about match fixing, I reserved that passion for the final games; I invested a part of that passion in soccer matches. Some of the IPL matches I watched brought the interest back to cricket. I started following the world cup just before India reached the semi-finals.
I followed cricket with passion when I moved away from India. After reading news about match fixing, I reserved that passion for the final games; I invested a part of that passion in soccer matches. Some of the IPL matches I watched brought the interest back to cricket. I started following the world cup just before India reached the semi-finals.
On the day of the final, I connected the laptop to the TV and watched the game. Between buffering, losing wickets, losing signal, switching to another streaming website, losing scoring opportunities, throwing away wickets, my blood pressure mimicked the fortunes of the Indian team. The tornado that passed through my body dissipated with the final score.
That evening we went to Little India on Gerrard Street. Revelers with the tri-color flag were dancing on the streets stopping every vehicle that passed through them. While my nieces danced, a strong sense of patriotism broke from every pore of my body.
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